After waking around eleven a.m. in his small flat in the city center of Florence, Italy, it's a quick shower before Mel’s out the door to the pasticceria around the corner for breakfast: a cappuccino and a budino di riso. He’ll then find a chair and take to pen and paper, recording his dreams and other musings.
Around two, he’ll wander to a local trattoria for lunch with one of his many good friends. Then it’s time to answer emails and tend to what he likes to call, “the less rewarding duties of a novelist.”
Just before seven, he’ll walk across the Ponte Vecchio to the Oltrano, for an ap more...